This book was conceived on November 1, 1995—the very day when the author of “Labyrinths of Echo” created a new document in a text editor and wrote: “You never know where you’ll be lucky”—a phrase with which a long saga of adventures of Sir Max begins.
Well, not exactly “invented”—rather it appeared before the author’s inner vision—completely, all at once. And then it practically disappeared without a trace, the way sudden inspirations so often do. But from time to time the author managed to recall something and write it down.
These notes repeatedly died under the ruins of destroyed drafts, yet with enviable stubbornness they returned to life, chasing the author in both sleep and waking life, though most often—at the swampy intersections between drowsiness and wakefulness. In the end, the book triumphed over the author’s inability to write it. And now it exists.
This book contains not a very clear, but absolutely honest answer to the question “Who is Max Fry?”—and many new questions as well, answers to which the author himself would also like to obtain.